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⥼──────⥽The Baroness’s Journey ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, THE BARONESS OF RETHEL ❀ 16th Of Sun’s Smile IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2056, 629 AA ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ WITH A HEAVY HEART, I PEN THIS MESSAGE. The weight of duty and the pull of bloodline compel me onward. As the shadows of uncertainty stretch across our realm, I feel the call to seek the distant lands to which my mother and father journeyed before me. Their path—shrouded in mystery and faith—now becomes my own. In this sacred undertaking, I shall also embark upon a holy pilgrimage, that my heart may be filled anew with the everlasting word of GOD. AS I DEPART FROM ENSWERP, I know my absence will create a void within the Barony of Rethel. Therefore, with careful thought and unwavering confidence, I appoint my grandson, LORD FLORIAN MALORY MAIRI ENSWERP, as LORD REGENT OF RETHEL for the duration of my travels. During this time, he shall hold all authority and dominion within the lands of the Barony, ruling in my stead with the full weight of my blessing. I trust wholly in Lord Florian’s strength, honor, and devotion to our people. May this period of stewardship serve as both trial and triumph, shaping him into the noble leader our house is destined to uphold. MAY GOD WATCH OVER THESE LANDS, guide my steps across unknown horizons, and keep our people in steadfast peace until the day I return. ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baroness of Rethel, Lady of Wickwald, Lady of Clairmont Castle HIS LORDSHIP, FLORIAN MALORY MAIRI ENSWERP Lord Regent of The Barony of Rethel, Lord of Rethel

⥼──────⥽ A Night in Honor of Sisters ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, THE BARONESS OF RETHEL ❀ 6th Of Harren’s Folly IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2054, 627 AA ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ LET IT BE KNOWN THROUGHOUT THE LANDS OF RETHEL AND BEYOND that within the noble halls of Clairmont Castle shall be held a most Esteemed Debut and Presentation into Society. With solemn honor and abiding grace, the Barony of Rethel doth extend a Heartfelt and Formal Invitation to all subjects, allied houses, and honorable guests to attend the First Presentations of Lady Katerina Mara Enswerp and Lady Ipera Amelya Enswerp, beloved daughters of the late Lady Lorelei Amelya and Lord Branimar of House Enswerp. Upon the eve appointed, in the resplendent Amelya’s Hall, whose lofty vaults and shining chandeliers illuminate all with grandeur, the young Lady Katerina Mara, Heiress of House Enswerp, and her sister, Lady Ipera Amelya, the Second Daughter of Enswerp, shall be formally received into the circles of noble society. Let this gathering stand as tribute to their lineage, their virtues, and the enduring legacy of House Enswerp. In honor of this noble occasion, guests are humbly enjoined to attire themselves in raiment of blue, green, or orange, hues symbolic of the Ladies’ grace, promise, and noble birth. Those who would bear gifts in goodwill and favor are graciously encouraged to present volumes of poetry, esteemed histories, and canonist texts, that the Ladies may be enriched with wisdom of verse, knowledge of ages past, and guidance in faith and duty as they step forth into society. In addition, a token of protection in the form of a ceremonial weapon—befitting each Lady’s station—is welcomed, that they may carry forth a symbol of strength and guardianship as they embark upon their noble paths. May music sound, may merriment flourish, and may this night be remembered in the annals of Rethel, as the Barony gathers to welcome the Heiress and the Second Daughter of Enswerp into their rightful places among the noble peerage. ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baroness of Rethel, Lady of Wickwald, Lady of Clairmont Castle LADY, KATERINA MARA ENSWERP Heiress of the Barony of Rethel, Lady of Enswerp LADY, IPERA AMELYA ENSWERP Second daughter of Enswerp, Lady of Enswerp

⥼──────⥽The Baroness’s Jubilee ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, THE BARONESS OF RETHEL ❀ 17th Of Owyn’s Light IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2056, 625 AA ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ THE BARONY OF RETHEL CORDIALLY INVITES YOU TO A GRAND CELEBRATION WITHIN THE HALLS OF CLAIRMONT CASTLE. With great joy and noble pride, THE BARONY OF RETHEL announces a GRAND COSTUME BALL to be held within the newly completed CLAIRMONT CASTLE, in honor of BARONESS LORELEI ALSTION-ENSWERP, celebrating her fifty-eighth year of leading the illustrious House of Enswerp and her thirty-first year as Baroness of Rethel. This most splendid occasion shall take place in AMELYA’S HALL, the grand ballroom of Clairmont Castle, whose shining chandeliers and marble floors shall bear witness to a night of revelry, remembrance, and honor for the Baroness’s enduring wisdom, devotion, and grace. All guests are graciously invited to attend in costume, adorned as creatures of myth and people of legend, to fill the night with wonder and delight befitting the grandeur of the House of Enswerp and the noble lands of Rethel. Let music and merriment reign, as the Barony gathers beneath the vaulted ceilings of Clairmont to celebrate its beloved Baroness — a woman whose light has guided both House and Barony through decades of triumph, unity, and grace. May the night at Clairmont be one of splendor, joy, and timeless remembrance — a tribute to the enduring spirit of Rethel and the noble heart of its Baroness. ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baroness of Rethel, Lady of Wickwald

“Lorelei, you are the eldest child of the new generation of the Alstions. You must lead by example for your younger cousins. You have the eye. You are the moon, and Cecily is the sun. You must always remain together, for you are one,” their grandmother whispered as Lorelei sat nestled in her lap in the gardens of the palace of Whitespire. The scent of roses drifted through the air, and the silver of twilight seemed to crown Lorelei’s hair even then. For many years after, Lorelei and Cecily were inseparable. They ran through the halls of Whitespire like shadows and light, the moon and the sun, bound by laughter, by secrets, and above all, by their shared gift—their matching eye. But time has a cruel way of parting even the closest of kin. As they grew older, paths diverged. Now, many years later, Lorelei was still the eldest of their line. Wrinkles touched her face, her hands bore the mark of years of work, and her solitude had become her daily companion. She had not seen Cecily in so long that sometimes she wondered if memory itself had embroidered her cousin’s smile brighter than it once had been. Still, her heart longed for those days of youth when sun and moon had walked side by side. “Lady Lorelei, a letter has been sent to you.” Lorelei turned from her roses, brushing soil from her fingers. She broke the seal stamped with Cecily’s coat of arms and felt her heart catch. With a sigh, she lifted her gaze toward the glowing sky. “She is the sun now… and I will soon be the moon. Then, at last, we may be together once more.” She thanked the servant softly, then went inside to fetch her prayer book. She opened it to the chapter she and Cecily had once recited by candlelight as children, the words carrying her back to whispered promises and shared dreams. Later, she knelt before an old locked chest, hands trembling as she turned the key. Inside lay a dragon-shaped plush, its stitches still strong, its colors still bright despite the years. Uncle Alexander had given it to both girls, a gift meant to last a lifetime. Lorelei held it close, pressing her cheek to its worn fabric. “I wish I had stayed with you, Cecily, as Grandmother once told us to,” she murmured. A tear slipped free, landing softly on the plush. “But soon… soon, we will be together again. The sun and the moon, as we were always meant to be.”

Somewhere, an old and cherished friend of Vincenzo lit a candle in his memory. “For what might have been, and for what could never be; for the memories we shared, and for those forever lost—you shall always hold a sacred place within my life.” The old Dame sat alone upon the cold pews, her eyes fixed as the flame dwindled into nothing. “Now you are silence, now you are the wind, now you linger only in the quiet corners of my mind. May God keep you.”

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Lorelei Mairi Alstion-Enswerp blinked in surprise. “I am a great-grandmother? Surely not! But I shall send a present for them all.”

⥼──────⥽HONORING THE LIVES OF TWO⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, THE BARONESS OF RETHEL ❀ 17th Of The Malin’s Welcome IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2040 ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ THE HOUSE OF ENSWERP MOURNFULLY ANNOUNCES THE PASSING OF ITS BELOVED HEIR. With heavy hearts, THE HOUSE OF ENSWERP announces the untimely loss of HEIRESS LORELEI AMELYA ENSWERP and her beloved consort, BRANIMAR, whose lives were tragically taken from this world far too soon. Their love, steadfast and true, was a beacon of hope for all who knew them, and their absence leaves a deep and aching silence within the halls of Clemenhurst. In the wake of this sorrowful loss, the heirship of House Enswerp shall pass to KATERINA MARA, eldest daughter of Lorelei Amelya. May she carry forward the legacy of her mother with strength, wisdom, and grace. A funeral service will be held within the BARONY OF RETHEL, in the sacred chapel. There, surrounded by kin and kindred, the Heiress and her Consort shall be laid to rest together within the CRYPTS OF CLEMENTHURST, as is their due. ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baroness of Rethel HER LADYSHIP, KATERINA MARA ENSWERP Heiress of Rethel

Lorelei Mairi cried out when she learned her daughter and son-in-law were gone. In silence, she lit a single candle, her hands trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks as the flame flickered to life. Ipera Amelya cried out as she watched them tend to the broken bodies of her mother and father. She didn’t understand everything—only that something was terribly, heartbreakingly wrong.

Lorelei Mairi burst into the Castle of Clemenhurst, tearing at her jewels and hair in anguish. “Not my Lorelei, not my heir—no, no, it cannot be! She was fine—they were all fine!” She collapsed to her knees, her cry echoing through the stone halls. “I wasn’t supposed to outlive her... I wasn’t…” Her voice cracked. “She was my breath... my blood…” Then, without another word, she turned and stumbled back outside. In the courtyard, she dropped beside her daughter’s still body and gathered her into trembling arms. She brushed the blood-matted hair from the girl’s face with shaking fingers, then began to sing—a quiet hymn, broken by sobs. The same lullaby she once sang to hush her to sleep, now clung to as a final act of motherhood. Servants and guards lingered nearby, trying to coax her away, but she would not rise. She would not let go. Above them, the castle bell tolled once—slow, low, and mournful. Ipera Amelya was far too young to understand what had happened to her mother and father. The world had shifted, but she could not grasp how or why. The little girl huddled close beside her sisters, clutching the hem of one of their cloaks with small, trembling fingers. Her voice was barely a whisper. “We will be okay...” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else—as if saying it aloud might somehow make it true.

Beryl Augustina d’Arkent closed her eyes as she read over the missive. At just twenty-three namedays, she had already endured more heartache and hardship than many twice her age—the fall of her home and kingdom, the move to a foreign land, and then the loss of her mother. With a quiet sigh, she stepped over to the small desk by the window, its surface still dusty from disuse. She drew out a piece of parchment, uncorked her inkwell, and dipped her quill. The candlelight flickered as she began to write, her hand steady despite the weight on her heart. “Father,” she wrote, “I pray for you and for our family. I pray that this is the right path. Know that wherever Mother is, she is proud of you. You are fulfilling the promise you made to her—to find us a place where we can be proper, respected, and whole once more. Balian and Lotharia will always hold a cherished place in my heart, but we cannot grow there. We are of the blood of the dragon—we need space to rise and stretch our wings. This gives us that chance.” When she finished, she set the quill aside, sealed the letter with care, and sent it off to her father. Then, with a deep breath, Beryl turned back to the task before her—unpacking her belongings in the silence of her new manor.

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⥼──────⥽BETROTHED BENEATH MAIRI’S RISE⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, THE BARONESS OF RETHEL ❀ 11th Of The Amber Cold IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2037 ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ THE HOUSE OF ENSWERP AND THE HOUSE OF FALKNER IS PROUD TO ANNOUNCE A MOST JOYOUS UNION. LADY OPHELIA ENSWERP and THE MISTER STEFEN FALKNER are to be wed after several years of growing friendship, kinship, and affection. Their marriage shall be held within the lands of the BARONY OF RETHEL, nestled at the bottom of the hill known as MAIRI’S RISE. The celebration shall continue with a grand feast in the halls of CLEMENTHURST CASTLE, where guests shall partake in a FOUR-COURSE MEAL—each course symbolizing a year of shared love and companionship. The HOUSE OF ENSWERP and the HOUSE OF FALKNER warmly invite all of the REALM, along with cherished FRIENDS and FAMILY, to join in witnessing and celebrating this blessed event. Formal Invitations are extended to, HIS HOLINESS, HARRENTZEDEK I, HIGH PONTIFF OF THE CHURCH OF THE CANON, AND HIS FAITHFUL PEDIGREE HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, TIBERIAS I, EMPEROR OF MAN, AND HIS IMPERIAL PEDIGREE THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES, HENRIK I AND SUNNHILD ADELAIS, PRINCEPS AND CONSORT OF IVORIA, AND THEIR ROYAL PEDIGREE HIS PRINCELY HIGHNESS, COENRAD VAN AERT, PRINCE OF BLACKVALE, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE THE MOST HONOURABLE, ROGER DE ROUEN, ARCHDUKE OF DRUSCO, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, PETER ROVARE, COUNT OF STIRLAND, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS LORDSHIP, ARTURAS WHITEWOOD, BARON OF SILASIA, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, TAR-ANORHIL ARTHALION, KING OF NUMENDIL, AND HIS ROYAL PEDIGREE THE FAITHFUL CITIZENRY OF THE EMPEROR OF MAN AND HER ALLIES Personal Invitations are extended to, HER LADYSHIP, AMELYA ROSE ALSTION, DOWAGER QUEEN OF AAUN, AND HER NOBLE PEDIGREE THE FAMILY OF THE GROOM, HOUSE OF FALKNER, AND PEDIGREE THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, KONSTANTIN VON AUGUSTEN, MARGRAVE OF SCHWYZ, AND HIS NOBLE PEDIGREE THE HOUSE OF AMADOR THE CITZENS OF KAROSLUND ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baroness of Rethel HER LADYSHIP, OPEHLIA CECILY ENSWERP Lady of Rethel MISTER, STEPHAN FALKNER

Lorelei Mairi smiled as she nodded to her son, Thomas Peter. “Slowly but surely, we will get there. I pray we do it in my lifetime.” As she finished speaking to her son, she made her way to the family chapel and lit a candle.

⥼──────⥽ In Honor of Castle and Nameday ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, THE Baronetess OF Rethel ❀ 11th of The Malin’s Welcome IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2034 ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ I AM HONORED TO EXTEND THIS INVITATION TO ALL OF NOBLE HEART AND RIGHTEOUS INTENT. By the grace of Almighty God and the strength of our House, the halls of Clementhurst Castle now stand complete upon the blessed hill of Mairi’s Rise, in the heart of the Baronet of Rethel. What was once stone and vision is now hearth and home. LET THIS COMPLETION BE MARKED NOT BY SILENCE, BUT BY CELEBRATION. It is with great joy that I announce a grand ball, to be held within the walls of Clementhurst Castle, in honor of all who labored, prayed, and persevered through the years of its making. THIS CELEBRATION SHALL MARK NOT ONLY THE BIRTH OF A STRONGHOLD, BUT A LIFE OF SERVICE. As God has granted me fifty-five years upon this earth, I shall mark my Nameday in the presence of those who have shaped my life and the destiny of our House. ON THIS NIGHT, LET THE FIRES BURN BRIGHTLY, THE MUSIC RING LOUDLY, AND OUR BANNERS FLY HIGH. Let wine be poured, bread be broken, and bonds be forged. Let joy be found not only in dance and song, but in the unity of good souls gathered under one roof, beneath the light of God's favor. YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED — NOT AS STRANGERS, BUT AS FRIENDS. Come forth to Clementhurst Castle upon Mairi’s Rise, and stand with us as we begin this new chapter: a future built on stone, on faith, and on honor. ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baronetess of Rethel

A Final Goodbye Pinned By, The First Queen of Lofrogia and Protector of the Frogs 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊 In The Ribbet Of Our Frog 6 Ribbet 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊 Six years ago, I started something silly, magical, and kind of muddy—and I called it Lofrogia. Back then, I was just a kid with big dreams and a love for all things frogs, glitter, and giggles. I never imagined how much this little kingdom would grow or how many amazing people would become part of it. From lily pad lunches to guarding tadpoles, from fancy frog hats to swamp-wide talent shows—it’s been the most unforgettable adventure. Now that I’m 18, it’s time for me to step down as Queen. It’s a little bittersweet, but I’m so thankful for every moment, every laugh, every friend I’ve made along the way. You all helped make Lofrogia something special, and I truly hope I’ve made a little impact that lasts beyond me. Very soon, there’ll be a vote to choose the next ruler of Lofrogia—someone new to take the crown and keep the spirit hopping. So if you’ve got a big heart, a wild imagination, and a good ribbit, maybe it’s your time to shine. Thank you all. I’ll always be proud of what we built together. Her Majesty, BERYL AUGUSTINA D’ARKENT The First Queen of Lofrogia, Lady of the Lake, Protector of the Frogs, Founder of Lofrogia

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Lorelei Mairi wiped her brow as she placed another stone, just as the news reached her. “A grandchild, you say? The grand heir has been born!” A proud smile spread across her face as she rushed to complete the construction of Clementhurst Castle. “A home for us all,” she declared. The wind carried her words through the valley, as if the land itself rejoiced. With renewed strength, she pressed on, each stone a promise to the generations yet to come.

Lorelei Mairi giggled like a little girl as she helped her heir prepare her wedding dress, carefully tending to every lace, every button, and every little detail. Her hands, though older now, moved with tenderness and pride. “I had no one to help me at my wedding — no family to guide me, no mother to stand by my side,” Lorelei said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “But you, my Relei, you will have me and your family, always and forever. You will never stand alone.” She paused, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Relei’s ear and smiling warmly. “You will always be my heir and my daughter — in blood, in heart, and in spirit. You and Bran will do great things together, greater than you can even dream of now. And no matter where life leads you, know that my love and my pride will follow you, every step of the way.”

Lofrogia Talent Showcase Pinned By, The First Queen of Lofrogia and Protector of the Frogs 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊 In The Ribbet Of Our Frog 3 Ribbet 𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊 Hear ye, hear ye—let it be known throughout all the realms! By the gracious decree of Her Frogginess, Queen Beryl Augustina d’Arkent, thou art most warmly invited to the grand CELEBRATION OF SKILLS AND SONGS—the esteemed LOFROGIA TALENT SHOW! Whether thou art a minstrel with melodies to charm the soul, a poet weaving tales of wonder, a juggler skilled in artful delight, or a conjurer of marvels beyond imagining, I beseech thee: step forth and present thy gift before the court. All ages and talents are cherished here, for in Lofrogia, each voice is treasured, and every craft honored. Bring with thee thy courage, thy grace, and a smile that dazzles like the morning sun—let the realm bear witness to thy noble artistry! Do not linger, dear friends, but ready thyself to claim the stage and let thy talents leap forth as lively as the frogs that grace our land. The night awaits, where every performer is crowned with royalty, and the applause resounds like the joyful chorus of the river frogs at twilight. Hasten now—thy moment to shine draws near! Her Majesty, BERYL AUGUSTINA D’ARKENT The First Queen of Lofrogia, Lady of the Lake, Protector of the Frogs, Founder of Lofrogia